Oh, I’d be me, but strangely, it won’t suffice. So I blindly pluck a name from history and feel my hands along the bones of startling life. The ghosts of social studies whisper, under their deafening ocean currents of a…

The stars are giving us names as long as we are alive; we don’t last long, so all of these seconds make us up. I used to bless those stars and title them too, (everything wants an identity, you so who), but lately my m…

I want them to say about me, “When the president declared a military draft, he deserted before a battle which went very badly. So he was to be executed; that’s statecraft. “In Oklahoma and Idaho, the secondary method is…

I brought an old box of change down to a garage sale and bought all their vanity mirrors. I set them up so I could see every spot of my inkblot skin at the same time, because this time at daybreak, there was the feelin…

I’ve felt this impossible a thousand times;
 like if I wasn’t me and you not you too,
 I could maybe say, “hi”, and you’d say “hey, you..” And maybe you’d mark me if I were famous,
 or prob’ly you already stay up in you…